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*sings*
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday, dear me
Someone hire me please
I'm 26 today. That seems entirely ludicrous, doesn't it? Not in a way that I'm dreading my thirties, which I'm most definitely not, it's just that I'm sitting here collecting unemployment, in my sister's apartment (where I've been sleeping on her couch) in front of her computer, and ready to make something in the kitchen because I've been watching the Food Network entirely too much. Is this what grownups do? There are people my age with cushy jobs and husbands and wives and kids. Weird. This is fine for now, though. I'm happy.
Also, I have to keep telling myself that something good is going to come along, and it will. And I have my apartment to move into next week, which is great. So I'll shut up.
Happy birthday, you silly overanalytic douche.
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday, dear me
Someone hire me please
I'm 26 today. That seems entirely ludicrous, doesn't it? Not in a way that I'm dreading my thirties, which I'm most definitely not, it's just that I'm sitting here collecting unemployment, in my sister's apartment (where I've been sleeping on her couch) in front of her computer, and ready to make something in the kitchen because I've been watching the Food Network entirely too much. Is this what grownups do? There are people my age with cushy jobs and husbands and wives and kids. Weird. This is fine for now, though. I'm happy.
Also, I have to keep telling myself that something good is going to come along, and it will. And I have my apartment to move into next week, which is great. So I'll shut up.
Happy birthday, you silly overanalytic douche.